The English Parnassus, or, A helpe to English poesie containing a collection of all rhyming monosyllables, the choicest epithets, and phrases : with some general forms upon all occasions, subjects, and theams, alphabeticaly digested : together with a short institution to English poesie, by way of a preface / by Joshua Poole.

Peace.

The drowsie sword lies snorting in the sheath. Now ••anus gate is shu••. Concord that all ti••ngs doth infold In her white armes and the worlds safety holds. The cold sheath'd swords thir thirst of war Have coo••'d. Calme dayes when rest Hath rockt asleep sluggish security. The busie spider weaves her ta••ke VVithin the belly of the plumed cask. Fair peace descends, and with her silver wings Cuts through the yeilding aire. Old Janus now hath lockt his temples gate. Justice and faith do kindly kisse each other, And Mars appeas'd, sits down by Cupids mother. No war or battles sound VVas heard the world around. The idle spear and shield were high up hung, The ••ooked chariot stood ••staind with hostile blood. The trumpet spake not to the armed throng. Glorious peace Triumphs in change of pleasures. Dear nourse of arts, plenty, and joyful births.

When the very name of king, is a general fortification over all his kingdome. The silver drops from peace's dewie wings, Supprest dissention's flame, Auspicious peace Claps her triumphant wings.